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Rose did a double-take and turned to the Doctor.
"Doctor, I swear that woman who just went past was wearing a cardigan!"
"Hmm?" the Doctor said absently. "Don't be silly, Rose. Cardigans aren't invented as such for a few centuries."
"An orange one," Rose added.
If the Doctor had been paying attention, he might have been slightly more worried.
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"Doctor, did you see that couple?"
"What couple?"
"The couple that just walked past. Holding hands."
The Doctor looked blank. "Nobody walked past."
"I saw them! They looked like something out of the fifties or sixties! This is Victorian London, isn't it?"
"Of course it is." The Doctor span around. "I don't see anyone."
Rose stared down the road. There was no way they could have reached the corner in that time.
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"What does he think he looks like?" Rose whispered as the man with the appalling multi-coloured coat walked past.
"Who?"
"You can't have missed him! Big bloke, curly blond hair, ghastly dress sense."
The Doctor looked at Rose strangely and decided to spare himself the embarrassment.
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They had managed 1979 this time. The Doctor was at his most hyperactive, jumping around and running ahead while Rose laughed beside him. They were getting some strange looks from passer-bys. But not from the girl walking straight towards them. She didn't seem to be looking at them at all. Her face seemed somewhat familiar. Rose racked her brains. The answer came just after she had walked past.
"I know you! Wait! Sarah, wait!"
The Doctor watched in utter confusion as his companion shouted at thin air. She started running and the Doctor was about to call after her when she simply vanished.